User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-26024035-20160424192341

"I take it you're ready." Damask the Red Fox strode into view, wearing a fetching red sash about his waist that might just have been Harchet the weasel's at one point. And a devilish smile. He joined the ferret and looked out across the waves, towards where Blackraven was expected to soon materialize in the distance, placing his paws on the railing. "I've met Fizalra before, you know. She could've been quite th' opponent fer Prezzdent Derklade."